News last week of the death of lesbian journalist Sarah Pettit did not come as a surprise to me, because I had heard that she...
Photos by Michael Wichita What exactly is a gay issue? Global warming? War in Iraq? These are, at least, issues that affect gays and lesbians...
Last night I went to Mothertongue, which packed the Black Cat with over two hundred wild women, poets, and writers of every sexuality our fair...
Washington's gay and lesbian presence in the Metropolitan Police Department (MPD) is set to grow again, as the Gay and Lesbian Liaison Unit (GLLU) adds...
It's April 1993, and we are golden. Everywhere we look, we are affirmed -- everyone's smiling and friendly, and after my first six months in...
The sound of macho-nacho cheese snacks pouring into man-sized serving bowls reminds me that Super Bowl season is here. But for many women, a more...
For 10 year's ends in a row, starting in 1992 and ending in 2001, I and others on staff at the gay newspaper where I...
The American Federation of Labor is linking arms with the Anti-Capitalist Convergence. The National Council of Churches is shoulder to shoulder with the ACLU. Even...
It's that time of year again -- the ho-ho-holidays, the spend-yourself-silly countdown to December 25. I'm a sucker for a shopping mall any day of...
Right now, there's a country filled with gay Christian couples thanking God that their prayers have been answered. Right now, there's a Bible Belt packed...
In August, you complained that the stores were breaking out their Christmas consumables way too early, but here we are two weeks from the big...
This is where I came out as a brainy dyke teen in Birkenstock sandals, fountain pen dripping with feminist ink: Washington, D.C. in 1980, on...
Like many kids, I fell in love with the Winnie-the-Pooh literature when I was young and became enchanted with tales of Piglet (my favorite) and...
Photography by Michael Wichita I do say, there's nothing quite like a bit of energy spritzer to fluff one's midday mojo. I seek a concoction...
I tend to forget, in the hustle-bustle thing called life, about the meaning and importance of days designated to reflect and honor and observe. Somehow...